"Peach Paradise!?"
Yunmiaozi and Zhou Youzi stared wide-eyed, their faces full of confusion and shock.
Qiuyuzi broke into a grin. "This Peach Paradise of young Chen's is rather interesting. Compared with Young Lu's, it has a little less immortal air, but a little more of the bustle of mortal life. I wonder which tradition he cultivated in his previous life."
As Qiuyuzi spoke, he turned and saw the two men from the Mind-Calming Gate still standing there dumbstruck. He shook his head. Small sects really do lack perspective. Two Reincarnated Immortals, and they've already lost their composure. And they claim to take the Mindfield as their foundation? With minds like that, I'm afraid attaining the Dao is beyond them.
Immortal cultivation is hard!
For no apparent reason, a trace of emotion rose in him. The qi-embryo's pill-fire within him burned a little brighter, and his thoughts and Divine Sense grew a touch purer.
"An unexpected gain! I'm another step closer to comprehending the Primordial Spirit! Could this Chen boy be a lucky star?"
Qiuyuzi was delighted, but the two fellow disciples of the Mind-Calming Gate found their divine thoughts adrift. Even their states of mind and cultivation had grown somewhat unstable.
The strange Images around Chen Cuo slowly faded. A glimmer of insight had taken root in his heart, and knowing the opportunity was rare, he fell silent to savor it.
Soon, the light vanished. The Bronze Mirror gave a faint tremor and fell back into the expressionless Yunmiaozi's hand.
But the accomplished disciple of the Mind-Calming Gate looked distracted. Thoughts surged in, gathering into a string of questions.
In an instant, his Mindfield swayed as though dark clouds had closed over it, trembling without end!
This is bad!
Yunmiaozi jolted awake. He hastily severed the stray thoughts, suppressed his